Somewhere a red-eyes waitress glances at another movie magazine
Down on the corner theres a grocery boy stuffin boxes fulla hungry dreams

Someones cleanin up the offices, one window burnin in the dark

Somebodys cryin is there any way in hell
To light a comet from a single spark
Workin so hard I cant remember much about the freedom I been workin for
Felt like a prisoner til I looked in your eyes
And saw a million wide open doors

Ya tell me put a little money away, well every dog will have his day in time
Well I been slavin like a dog and I got nothin to show ya
But a collar and a fist fulla nickels and dimes
I want a piece, a piece of the action, give me a shot at the real thing
I want a piece of the action, a piece of the action
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
Gonna turn on the master, gonna cut these strings
Been livin just like my old man did and neither once of us could get it right
Punchin in when the day begins and punchin out the local boys at night
Theres someone leanin on a peelin porch
And someone leavin on a silver plane
And I finally know the man Id rather be
Girl I wont be back to getcha til they know my name
They hand you a paycheck every week and steal a piece of your soul every day

An I dont need no gold watch in fifty years, baby lets be golden today

Somewhere a red-eyes waitress glances at another movie magazine

Down on the corner theres a grocery boy stuffin boxes fulla hungry dreams